Hair 101 with a flip-flop and scrunchie bonus

This week, I went to the Team Flip-Flop and Scrunchie Event.  Look at what I made for my daughter: 

Here are Middle's "meet-day" flip-flops & hair scrunchie.  Have I ever said how much I despise the word 'scrunchie'.  In my house, this thing is called a 'dogger'.  It always has been.  It always will be. 

As an added bonus of flip-flop/dogger day, we had a 'mandatory hair clinic'.
I learned a lot.  I won't kid.  There are two 'approved' meet hair styles.  They said to practice.  They said to plan FOUR HOURS on your first try to make this style happen.  Since, I'm a complete over-achiever and needed something to do while watching The Voice (holy cow, Adam Levine . . . I think I have a crush . . . ), I went shopping for the stuff.  Fifty five dollars later, I'm home with my hair supplies.  Okay, I bought some gum and a little chocolate in case things went south, too.  Coffee, in case you are wondering, is a necessary item.

As Big's first act of "I'll-support-my-gymnast-sister", she let me practice on her head.  Here's the picture.  This is called "webbing".  It's not that hard to accomplish, but it takes a bit of product to make it bulletproof and keep the wispies pinned down. The back . . that curly pony is done with something called a cheetah curl. I can't get Chester Cheetah out of my mind and it makes me think of happy snacking on Cheet-o puffs . . . . 

The finished ponytail. In Big's hair, of which there is a TON, some of her hair was still wet the next morning, but Middle has much thinner hair & I think it will be better.  I probably used sections of hair too large for coach's approval. (Yes, they do have to approve.)
Still, the idea is there.   It's Nellie Olson hair.  From Little House on the Prairie.  Did I just date myself? 

This did not budge . . . not an inch overnight.  It's not crunchy, either.  Just tight. 

For the sake of gymnastics, the glitter and her dogger are missing, but I'm really happy with  my first attempt.  Oh, I must be some sort of hair magician. It took me one hour to do it all.  Only one hour.  Three hours short of the rookie-time estimate.  I'm feeling pretty good about this hair thing . . .